Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Franke,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.